Hey show some respect. They’re real people with names. Carla and Krissy” He frowned. “Or was it Missy?

As much as I hated to admit it, I kind of looked forward to seeing him. It made no sense, but something about his infuriating nature made me forget about my other worries. Weirdly, I felt like I could relax around him.

morois are born..but strigois are made..!

But what are loyalty and caring really worth?" "To me? Everything.

You’re killing me here, Sage!” “I’m not doing anything.” “Exactly my point.

You aren't going to go crazy," I said firmly. "You're stronger than you think. The next time you feel that way, find something to focus on, to remind you of who are." "Like what? Got some magic object in mind?" "Doesn't have to be magic," I said. I racked my brain. "Here." I unfastened the golden cross necklace. "This has always been good for me. Maybe it'll help you." I set it in his hand, but he caught hold of mine before I could pull back

"Jerks," I muttered. Then I brightened. "Oh, hey. Doughnuts."